Its my senior year

High school or college you can decide

Not like i can remember either one

I find myself waking up on some stranger’s bathroom floor

Maybe my own

Everything has become foreign to me

I get up and see the vomit I missed

Or someone else missed

I don’t know

Either way I carry on like any good sensible human being would

I walk to the sink and rinse my face and reach for the toothpaste


Toothpaste tastes like regret

I can’t remember if it was the alcohol or you I wanted out of my mouth


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